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St. Jude
03:27
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But "whatever" became a memory whenever I fell blind
and the hours and the days seemed to run a little too near.
All that I can recall are the way that I felt inside,
a few hues, a few words, and the blurriest outline.
It felt something like St. Jude in September,
because I'd hated you since December,
and using all of my sense not to cry,
and never bothering to ask because I'd already known why,
and learning when to shut the hell up
because I was too quiet anyway.
Every other hour that summer, I was too busy drowning
and I never hit land until I made the call to sink.
All that I can recall is reacting like a blue bottle
but you seemed to understand the science of it all.
And I hope you know which songs were about you.
I was never good at saying the thing, even to you.
I'm better off just shutting the hell up
because I've been too quiet anyway.
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1800
03:02
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Is there truth to what you can see?
I see you and I want to tell you everything
but, with your eyes falling on me,
do the words I say even carry meaning?
Oh, aren't you so mystical?
We hold a gaze through the window.
I would've remembered you like you would've followed.
We look away, let the moment go,
but your stare's etched in my mind and on my skin and bones.
Oh, aren't you so beautiful?
You're like a rainy Boston morning in my eye--
I think of you and sometimes I just want to cry.
You're like the river to my right,
and staying up to watch the sunrise.
My 1800, darling, you're like home and I need to get through to you!
Until I do, remember, and I will see you soon.
I wanna run into you again.
Maybe it's not been years, oh! Darling, let's pretend.
Ricocheting thoughts of you in my head,
now I'm losing all my time and all my concentration.
And, darling, I want you to know...
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It's almost imperial,
the way you can get along with anybody.
What would you make of it
when I say I can't hold a gaze with no one no more?
But I don't mind if I don't make it out alive;
I know I got mine.
Wasn't it you who told me
to take them all for everything I ever could,
as long as I was polite and thanked them,
and remembered them when I fought the echoes?
But I don't care if you're all I got from this;
you always were my favorite.
So just you go feel lucky
cos I know you loved me
and you won, so why are you still crying?
At least for now, my love,
in choosing between all I know myself to be,
I'd rather steal some advice and take off,
leaving behind the things I found in the meantime
But you just love your treasure so much, don't you?
You think it's just too good to give up, don't you?
I've never met someone like you.
I don't get the way you move and I don't want to,
but you call that doing something I can't repeat
and why can't I see things the way that you do?
Ask me to stop and see the sky from here;
Stop taking my pills and lie with you right here.
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Platonic Handjob
01:49
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Ani Ces San Antonio, Texas
Queer, Chicanx south central Texas singer-songwriter Vic Garces combines a passion for poetry, melancholy, and rock music alone, in a closet, with an acoustic guitar that doesn't entirely belong to them. You might know them from Other Plans.Or from the paintings. ... more
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